rest. resolve to every moment. growing baby vegetation. baby pigeons. fighting over scattered moldy bread. the man next door preaches good tidings and other rants not clearly articulated. praise the sun. point and yell at passersby. local color. just keeping things lively. what else are we going to do. keep baking new bread, on a friday or a tuesday, whatever. when you come this way again we'll share with the pigeons. new bread scraps come out on tuesdays. when S was here we discussed the eventual overthrow. decided to write a story and publish it in parts. a serial commentary. coloring lines of demarcation. from narrative to action. from the poetic line to comic representation. canadian comics offer humor and intrigue. don't tell the consumer, show the consumer. create ads that utilize avant garde art. sell cars. eat more name brand yogurt. drink coke. bottled water made by coke. coke owned miscellany. S and i also decided to head to the mountains. she admitted that in times of complex sociality one can find solace identify with like-minded monks, retired types, the poetically inspired. S said later we could write a long poem as another kind of effort. alternating lines, creating long passages of poetic prose. the poetic image, rhyme, meter, metaphor. we will save the world. save ourselves. disperse love and a sense of sharing communal meals. if we can speak, and respond, then we can love. in the event of antithetical emotions the fractures will keep on slipping through.

landscape. falling. an ever continuous state of apocalypse. the first kiss was the beginning of the end. in 1492 they brought plants and insects and disease. earthworms. there were no earthworms here in 1492, not since the ice age, when earthworms were frozen out of existence. european bees. european earthworms. pine trees. fresh water. community spirit. you insist on believing in action. if you are on every committee you can bring the people together. working together entails love. we can love these new earthworms. save ourselves from the planet. save ourselves from politicians in texas. you want to believe that hard work entails respect. i agree that the babies on the street need food. we can feed some of them. some of them will be hungry forever. there's nothing we can do about hungry. walking through potholes. watching our houses burn. the disease is still spreading. since 1492. since the first amoeba. evolution. revolution. i agree, it feels better to have goals. optimism. feeding babies. i was eating eggs with S the other day and we created a strategy for the babies. tell them to save every penny. eat vegetarian. stay away from the mall. and walmart. or, when the moment is right, take over walmart. take over the world. as if it would matter. idealism is always subsumed by something else. not something else, the main thing. the real condition of things. hope only last so long. until it is part of the system. then the system wins. S and i decided this was too much for the babies. they don't want to know. we decided to tell them to eat eggs, drink milk, and save pennies. the rest can wait. the virus is slow moving. we will be doing this for a long time still. continue watching the slow tear in the fabric spread. i am glad you have not given up. some streets remain intact. we still have saturday mornings. moments of rest.

a virus. spreads indecently. you told her to nevermind the chickens but instead she came every day for the eggs. bright yellow yolks. I told you, since we were children, she has had an addiction for eggs. and the chickens require company. a friendly word. and you refuse to tell them jokes. I send them postcards, with little songs attached. but the point of this story is the virus. I am chasing it now. it's naked stench. passing over and beyond unknowing citizens. parts of it's scent lingers in every corner. and the corners are multiplying. you think the chickens are hard work. we're going to need them to survive. please stay on good terms with the chickens. the virus crumbles streets. makes its victims weak, at risk for crime, without basic necessities. there may be no cure. the landscape is falling.

we love what was this. I mean to say. your obsessive tendency. the way i wash and wax on again off again. sweat on your brow. freckles on my rear. i assume. a cliche metaphor. candor. the analogy is like when you want to get at something and you keep trying. and trying. and falling short. or just falling. every week you do ten more pushups. and I save accident victims. the last time every bone was smashed. the entire car flattened. you told me to practice before recovering. work on coming back from this. you run around the block. I feed treats to the animals. shed sensitive skin. tomorrow more bones will shatter. I am always on the other side of the block. following your smell. never catching up. we circle like this. I wonder when I will develop the upper body strength. the ability to match you word for word.in the meantime, the red lights and the green lights mean that someone is burning to death. in a fire. of blood. I obsess over reentering the scene. death is like crime. viral.

August. And the heat swells. Beginnings of southern living. In the climate changed north. I can hear you. Clanging away silently. We are the notion of discontent. Fingers barely reaching keys. Sweating knuckles. In the new south the people have become powerless. Delirious with the heat. Giving in to any whim of misdirected government. Please take all of my money. And my shoes. And my sanity. I need nothing to survive on my own. In the woods. We are all moving to the woods. When the police run out. When our houses burn down. When the streets crumble. The roads of perdition. You continue your obsessive chanting. Thinking there is anything else. The same as this. Another version of articulating blonde. Or drinking German beer. In August. In your free time. Since we no longer require services. Or looking after. When the schools fall we water the fields with lemonade. Good old fashioned hard luck. Dusty. Dirt smeared on our noisy stomachs. Corporate flash still convincing us. We love this.

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by Tyler Carter

Your imagination is a powerful and creative tool for life transformation

"Yoga at its heart is a practice for evolutionary spiritual growth—growth into our own highest possibilities. Imagination lets us find our way into those possibilities. By training the imagination, harnessing its power, we can use it for creating beauty and truth in the world. Then our acts of transformative imagination become genuine acts of power. They can change our inner state, for sure. But they can also change the world."

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green dreams

the practice of overpriced goods

subsumed by certainty

let me count the ways a noun

designates girth

spiral milk

curdling

this will not answer what

revolves

faith

a constitution undeterred unrecovered searching

a loss of law

in the flee market goods

practiced like a fiber rich diet

apples or

goats prefer the pasture

and chickens develop healthy omega

whatnot

subversive publishing

1. make your own book



2. leave it in unexpected (or expected or whatever) public places



3. let it do it's thing... imagine people reading, wondering, laughing, signing, agreeing, smiling, crying, you know, experiencing ...

soluble

repeat and undone calories recover

over snooze impractical

choose 27 ways to constitute

the absurd

a subsidiary of certainty (you might wonder at the expense)

(there is no price too )

how does one know in detail what happens under investigation

handling questions like herding goats

when laws don't change

"mam" "sir" the rule of latitude

will not answer circular accumulation

(fat sugar broccoli faith)

sleeping

on the lamb

potential for failed payment undoing the answers

to nothing

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for H.D.

words things connection detail weather
looms like gravity a simile as in similitude
i am like you laugh laugh
we tell the same jokes

do not accept defeat things words
strive to be happy
better words were never
things

sky sidewalk traffic pungent recall
this time last spring
you were watching the same
episode, joking continuously
like infinity as a concrete material
that may or not have a limit

Beverly Dahlen

from A Reading 11-17


language language it is all made of language. nothing sees it any other way. words and things. “a space beyond words and it is filled with things.” (73)


somehow the writer was a different person writing. the writer did not look like her writing. she may have been fair or dark but that did not perhaps enter her writing. now perhaps there were persons one knew first and then knew their writing later. then there was another person. the person of the writing.

but of course there was the reading also. first one would have been a reader. then one was helpless. then one knew nothing but the writing. as the reader one knew nothing but the writing. then the person disappears. then, and then the writing is all. all there is. then there is nothing but reader, reader of the writing. then we can only wonder at the person who might have been, the someone who was there, now gone, disappeared long ago behind the writing. there, perhaps, once, but that was long ago. the writer may now be gone, dead perhaps. in any case, not there. (86)

Beverly Dahlen

from A Reading 18-20


history repeats, the second time around as farce. the third time’s the charm. marigolds banked on a slope as part of a scientific plan for erosion control. I don’t understand you. read up on it: here’s a booklist.
(9)

compelled

I know this, but fail to comprehend
as usual
the diameter of external circumstances
each layer pressing against the walls of what's possible
head toward the wall, push against it

but how far you can go is another
direction of unknowing
lines marked but
shifting
get to the edge and keep going
unless you need to reverse
and look instead

like when that guy grabs the last bowl of soup
and another guy is starving and we all
understand little about
displacement

when someone is screaming in your ear
filling in the blanks
like meaning
becomes
impossible

do you know how the double standard

works, there are at least 2 things

i don't understand

but you have the cards

each deck layered against

rational reciprocation

do you know that when it is 18% larger

the moon becomes resilient

against whims of selfish aspiration

and I confront your dual concerns

with a complex of painted comforts

unattached